• recording. we’ve been in the studio lately and yes, it’s happening and yes, I’m really pretty very much and totally excited about how it’s sounding

• dresses. People have been giving me some mighty pretty ones lately. They match summer like a twin that is nowhere near identical, but definitely from the same place and family. The three most recent ones that have come my way are white with red polka dots, yellow and grey something-kinda-silky material, and another yellow sundress that is a little longer and has the feel of a white floppy hat even though it is neither white nor hat.

• the next trip to California to be with Latshaw-WEST. it’s coming very soon, cause Tuesday is just around the corner and that is when I leave. I have already decided that there will be much celebrating of life while there, which is not hard to do, since the people I am visiting are basically some of my favorite adventurers. and I don’t know what will fill our days, exactly-other than seeing Jase graduate from UCLA cause he’s a genius and writes with the big dogs now–but whether it’s discovering a ferocious water bug or drawing pictures by the fire, I know that, in my book,  it’ll be right up there with the sun and the moon and the earth and the sky.

• shopping just a little. because I recently acquired some gift cards to places that I love to visit without even having to buy anything, necessarily; so imagine how nice it’ll be when I can actually make a purchase and be grateful for the thoughtfulness of my friends at the same time.

• my clean room. recently cleaned, I may add. and looking quite nice, with most things where they should be now. and adding to my whole let’s-realize-there’s-no-time-for-anxiety theme on life, cause a neater room makes me feel more at peace with myself.

• the twelve brand new, as of yet written in journals I just received. Granted, ten are mini, but still–twelve. Can you imagine what words will fill them? I know what I hope to fill them, but hope sometimes stands in seeming contrast to reality. Still, perhaps the words that fill these journals eventually will be even better than what I hope. Yes, I will fix my mind on that spot and see if I don’t feel stronger for it.

So there you have it.

I like to write down the better things in my life; it helps me to remember to practice gratitude and living, really living, cause waiting around for things to get better could mean that you are always waiting around for things to get better.

Might as well live right now, because this life is happening whether we want it to or not, right?

And life is, I believe, the best thing that has ever happened to me.